Pregnacy

Dear Abigail,

I found out on September 15th, 2007 that I was pregnant with a baby-this baby was you sweetheart. Words couldn’t even describe how your papa and I felt. We were happy and prayerful and very cautious as well. (You see you were not the first time we were pregnant).

My Dr. during this time of your little bitty life was Dr. Michael Rivera. He was really great with me and you and so were the nurses.

Baby girl- January 18th, 2oo8; this is when we found out that we were going to have a baby girl. We were overjoyed and full of gratitude. (Papa “knew” all along that you were a girl)-me; I just wanted a healthy baby.

Abigail, my pregnancy wasn’t the easiest, but listen up and listen good. You were worth every meal lost, every bit of blood drawn, every iron shot given. You were worth every night I prayed and listened to your heartbeat, every minute of sleep that I lost, and every pin prick into my finger. You were worth every kick no matter when it happened. You were worth every stretch mark and every bruised look on my behind (these were the iron shots-4 of them) Still there after many months. And every visit to the Dr. and there were lots of them, and every mood swing. You were worth the sardines, and liver I ate, the many iron pills I took. You were worth the numbness in my hands and the swelling in my feet.

I was asked at times when it was rough on me would I do it again. – You bet. Each time I said I would go through everything ten times over just to be were I was at that point in my pregnancy.
You were worth it ALL and MORE.
Dear Abigail,

I found out on September 15th, 2007 that I was pregnant with a baby-this baby was you sweetheart. Words couldn’t even describe how your papa and I felt. We were happy and prayerful and very cautious as well. (You see you were not the first time we were pregnant).

My Dr. during this time of your little bitty life was Dr. Michael Rivera. He was really great with me and you and so were the nurses.

Baby girl- January 18th, 2oo8; this is when we found out that we were going to have a baby girl. We were overjoyed and full of gratitude. (Papa “knew” all along that you were a girl)-me; I just wanted a healthy baby.

Abigail, my pregnancy wasn’t the easiest, but listen up and listen good. You were worth every meal lost, every bit of blood drawn, every iron shot given. You were worth every night I prayed and listened to your heartbeat, every minute of sleep that I lost, and every pin prick into my finger. You were worth every kick no matter when it happened. You were worth every stretch mark and every bruised look on my behind (these were the iron shots-4 of them) Still there after many months. And every visit to the Dr. and there were lots of them, and every mood swing. You were worth the sardines, and liver I ate, the many iron pills I took. You were worth the numbness in my hands and the swelling in my feet.

I was asked at times when it was rough on me would I do it again. – You bet. Each time I said I would go through everything ten times over just to be were I was at that point in my pregnancy.

You were worth it ALL and MORE.